This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

The more battles the better the flows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Gotta go, let her leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

As the king upon the throne

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes